Chapter 13

Chapter 13

William and his team were all left stunned and speechless by what had just transpired in front of them. However, none of them even considered betraying their young lord, for they had long known that their lord was not someone or something "normal."

Although they never intentionally sought to uncover the truth, over time, they realized that their young lord was not an ordinary baby.

His eyes, always filled with curiosity, his constant attentiveness, and his focus when discussing important matters—whether current or historical—were signs that William and his colleagues initially dismissed as coincidences.

However, with the constant repetition of these behaviors, they eventually understood that their young lord was not someone normal.

They wished to have discussions, form theories, and seek explanations. However, due to their lack of language and illiteracy, none of them were able to do so. And in the end, they accepted it as a blessing from the gods—a theory that, with the events of today, had become a fact for them.

These thoughts, however, were interrupted by their young lord.

"Ivar, you will stay here for a while, as I cannot take you with me right now,"

Alexander said, addressing Ivar.

"After all that grandiose speech you just gave me, are you really telling me to wait—as if I were a whore waiting for her favorite client?"

Ivar said, with a contemptuous and indignant tone, asserting his aura and presence. Such an act would have unsettled or agitated even some of the players in the Game of Thrones.

This caused William and his team to prepare their weapons. Since, regardless of the opponent's language or condition, their priority was to protect their young lord, whether from kings, soldiers, the disabled, women, and even children...

However, Alexander knew this was a test. Ivar had never been anyone's pawn besides those he considered superior to him, such as his own father, Ragnar. Therefore, Alexander knew he had to present himself as someone worthy of respect and loyalty.

(I cannot appear weak. No, I DO NOT WANT to be weak. I know the system does not guarantee the loyalty of my summons, and only guarantees me a preferential attitude.)

(If I appear weak before a summon of this level, what will happen in front of higher-level ones?)

(I refuse and REJECT being underestimated.)

Alexander thought, thus reinforcing and encouraging himself not to succumb to Ivar's attitude.

"Hahahahahaha, I like you; you remind me of someone special I met in the past."

The tension was broken by Ivar's sarcastic and euphoric laughter. While this did not entirely surprise Alexander, it did surprise William and his team, since them were not able to understand the disabled's language.

"Alright then! After all, I've already died once. What does it cost me to wait a bit longer?" Ivar said, happily, almost as if he had heard the best news of his life.

"I will eagerly await your return, my [Lord], and I look forward to what you have planned for me."

And so the days passed. I sent Ivar provisions every so often, and even axes, swords, bows, arrows, and tomahawks at his request.

I visited him to teach him English or the common tongue, which he managed to learn and master quickly due to his background.

The first few times I sneaked away, my sister would scold me, yell, and even cry for wanting to distance myself from her.

However, after realizing that I wouldn't stop and after asking William a few questions, she eventually gave up and simply accepted it.

I mean, even if she didn't like it, she couldn't do anything about it because if she snitched on me to Oberyn, she would be the one getting scolded.

Thus, today again, I decided to visit Ivar.

"Hello again, my "lord". To what do I owe the honor today?"

Ivar said, with an almost perfect English and sarcastic tone. Over the course of the days and visits, Ivar and I started to have a bit more trust in each other.

It could be because he found me worthy of his loyalty or because I brought him provisions so he wouldn't die. Either way, it didn't matter right now...

"Stop playing around, Ivar. I just came to drop off the provisions you requested."

I told Ivar while William placed fruits and dried meat on the floor upon hearing my words.

"In a few days, I'll leave this place and return to my home. Just wait a little longer, and then I'll be able to take you with me."

These words made Ivar's face light up a bit. Whether it was because of his desire to leave, boredom, or curiosity about a new world, that's a mystery to me.

"And Ivar, were the weapons I brought you useful?"

I asked with curiosity, as he always requested a new weapon whenever I visited.

"Indeed, they have been very useful. However, my Alexander, I have a question for you."

Ivar said to me with a tone of curiosity.

"From the speech you gave me, I assume you are aware of my skills and talents."

Ivar continued, but this time not in English, but in his native tongue, lowering his voice and speaking with a discontent tone, causing William and the others to be confused at the sudden change.

"Get to the point, Ivar."

I told Ivar with impatience. I might not be someone with extensive experience in battle or politics. However, even a beginner like me could tell that his question had a deeper meaning.

"My Lord, I know you are not normal. In fact, I don't even know if you are truly a human. Your powers, your tone of voice, attitude, among other things at your age are not normal."

"No, in fact, calling you {not normal} would be an understatement. To put it simply, you are a freak or even a abomination."

Ivar said with a tone of intrigue and a bit of mockery at the end.

"Taking in count all this factors, I find it strange that someone like you, knowing my abilities, hasn't even asked me to teach you, train you, or inquire about them, you know?"

Ivar said, lowering his tone of voice gradually.

"Are you telling me you're going to be like those useless kings who only hide behind their knights and leave all other matters to their subjects?"

With a slightly indignant expression, Ivar's words came out. Anyone else would have become tense or nervous facing such accusations and words from Ivar.

However, at that moment, Alexander didn't even look at him because something much more important had just appeared in front of him.

[Mission: Master the art of fighting without using your legs.]

[Ivar, the boneless, may not have been the strongest in wars or agile battles due to his disability. However, in one-on-one battles, Ivar perfected his technique in swords, axes, bows, and other weapons, making him nearly invincible in duels.]